Page 30 of Mac Meyers Needs Me

We leave the happy couple to their foreplay without an audience.

Cammie just posted another chapter of her fic and I finished my assignment, so we thought it would be an awesome idea to have a movie night at Mac’s. Brody is at his brother’s, and Gage is out with some of their teammates, so in theory it was a good idea.

I should have foreseen Cammie and Chase being all over each other the moment we walked in the door. The chapter was exceptionally spicy, so I get it. But if they needed to get a boning out of their system, they should have just gone back to their apartment and fucked each other senseless. Now Mac and I are subjected to their rampant hormones.

Most of the time it’s cute.

But right now, when I’m hanging out with my not-real boyfriend, with nowhere to channel all my pent-up sex energy, I long for things that aren’t happening; like make-out sessions to go with the hugs and snuggles.

The ice time practice session I stumbled on was amazing. I got to touch Mac on purpose, a lot, and it felt like we connected, and not just about hockey. He’s also been smoother on the ice, which is awesome.

“Is it me or are those two extra touchy?” Mac whispers once we’re in the kitchen.

His ears have turned red, along with his cheeks.

“They’re channeling some big fuck energy,” I agree. “Cammie posted a chapter.”

“Oh.” His eyes flare. “A spicy one?”

“Super spicy. Yeah.”

He runs a hand through his hair. “Don’t they like…test the scenes before she writes them?”

“Yeah. And possibly after, I guess.”

“Right.” His Adam’s apple bobs.

We stare at each other for a few long seconds, me wishing Mac would back me up into the counter and kiss his way up my neck the way Chase was doing to Cammie.

Eventually I look away, because I don’t want Mac to be able to read the longing on my face. Before we entered this agreement, he was hot, nice, my friend and fun to hang out with. He’s still all those things, but we’ve gotten closer and sometimes it feels like all the hugs and snuggles aren’t just for show.

I run my sweaty hands over my hips. “So where do you keep the popcorn supplies?”

“Right. Yeah.” Mac skirts around me and pulls out a full-on popcorn maker. The kind you usually see at birthday parties.

“Whoa. How come this is the first time I’ve seen this?”

“We don’t bring it out at house parties because we don’t want it to get broken,” he explains.

“Reasonable.” I nod my agreement. “You guys are living the dream here.”

“My mom bought it for me when we got the house because I’m a popcorn fanatic.”

“I feel this in my soul.” I lean against the counter. “I could eat it every day for the rest of my life and never get tired of it.”

“Me neither,” Mac agrees.

“What’s your favorite seasoning?”

“White cheddar is classic, but sometimes I like to mix that with dill.”

“Ooh, nice.”

“How about you?”

“I’m a huge barbecue fan, but also kettle corn hits the salty sweet button.”

“We have this kick-ass farmer’s market in Guelph in the summer, and one of the vendors has the best kettle corn. Back when I was in high school my family would go every weekend.”